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Saturday, March 26

permission

[[ Once a week I put out a newsletter. This newsletter was the second most read and opened. I'm only posting an excerpt. In my time around NYC I felt the same vibe, which I wrote about a week before I left. Maybe you need to hear this too? Cheers to the permission to be YOU.]]

"Never
doubt that a group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the
world. Indeed is it the only thing that ever has." Margaret Mead

In conversations this week, in stolen moments with sacred souls, I saw a pattern.
We need to give ourselves more permission.

That is the word on the street. No one has used that word but that's the heart of it.
Give yourself permission to be an introvert.
Give yourself permission to say no.
Give yourself permission to get off FB for a little bit, to unfriend
everyone on your Instagram account if that's what you need to do to feel
a little bit more whole.Get out of your own way.

How often the only reason we're stressed has everything to do with other people's perceived expectations of us.
We really shouldn't be going to school for that, so says our Dad.
We really should have a house that's more beautifully furnished, says Pinterest.
We really shouldn't be in this job, so says society...
and the list goes on.
Nope. Not for one single second!
We don't have to do or be anything,

but ourselves.
We must give ourselves permission to be.

[The flip side, in the words of Brene Brown, is "Unused creativity becomes resentment and bitterness." In other words, not allowing yourself to write that book, to paint that painting, to take those portraits even if you have to get up at 6am or do it after all the other work is done at 11:30pm, it will only manifest itself negatively in other areas of your life as no bueno.]

The song I posted earlier from Jack, the chorus says:
Lover, if you only knewThe times that train has fooled me tooAnd tears me from a place unknownIt helps me to surprise myself.

We're
all there. Let's get out of our heads and into our breath. Let's linger
a little bit longer before we pick up the phone off our night stand in
the morning to catch up on everyone else's life and thoughts, take a
breath and count that we-- you --are alive. Let's remind ourselves "I
got this" because, my beautiful friend, you do.